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I have a contact who as a child would frequently see “red eyes” outside her bedroom window at night. This went on intermittently for seven or eight years. I spoke with her mother, now in her seventies. The mother related how her child was punished for making up stories and not wanting to sleep in that particular bedroom. It all changed one night when the mother, while checking on her daughter, also saw the “red eyes”. The family was never for sure who their peeping tom was.

That concerned the story of Jim Ralph, retired Forest Service employee. In 1942 he was assigned to lookout duty at Hoodoo Lookout on the Walla Walla Ranger district. [This is 7 miles west of Troy, Oregon]. After spending the daylight hours in the lookout tower, Ralph would come down to spend the night in a log cabin at the base. One night after retiring he had the sensation someone was looking in his window. Checking outside he could see nobody so went back to bed.

The next morning there was a set of hugh footprints, toes pointing toward his window, when he arose! Ralph recalls he followed the tracks leading away from the cabin for several miles but had to return to duty in the tower. He says he covered the two tracks at the window with a washtub until his boss came up from headquarters. “He asked me what I was going to do about them,” Ralph said. “I told him he was the boss and it was up to him. That’s the last I ever hear of it, though.”

My parents and my oldest brother (who was three years old at the time) spent the summer of 1941 at this lookout tower in Wallowa County, Oregon. I wonder what my mother would have said if she had seen those giant footprints outside her window. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so skeptical.

I have often wondered if a sasquatch watched my brother (at the age of 3) playing on the steps that travel up the tower? And the next summer was that night time visitor looking for that little boy? Sadly my parents had already passed away when I became interested in this subject and subsequently found the article in the Vance Orchard books.

My only conclusion is that these animals have an extreme curiosity about us and feel secure being hidden either by the darkness or the bushes.

This is a story that was related to me when the subject was broached. I had had an experience that was very unexpected, very startling, and very worldview changing. Speaking with the mother of a girl I was seeing (the girl knew of my experience) the girl begged me to tell the mother of my experience. The girl assured me that her mother had had an experience as well. I told my story, then she told me hers.To give an idea of the house and the location, I should go over some details first. Southern New Hampshire, probably 1973, in a town that had a population of about 2-3000 people, at most, during that time. The house is a late 18th, early 19th century cape set at the juncture of two dirt roads. To three directions, the woods go on for miles, to the south, some homes must have been about 1/4 to 1/2 mile away- except for one other old small farmhouse about 1/8 of a mile away, maybe a little less. The back of the house is to the north, and across the dirt road that led to the homes to the south, is a fairly strong brook (you may call them 'creeks') to the east. Even though the area has become much more developed, you could still feasibly walk all the way to Canada without stepping out of the woods, except for a road to cross here and there. Anyway…She had just moved into the house in the summertime. She had a baby (the girl i ended up seeing) in the fall, and then winter came. One evening, she was painting a room in the back of the house. She had heard some noises in the backyard/backwoods- walking on what she described as crunchy snow (we get some wet snow here that crisps up overnight from severe cold). She thought it was probably a moose, or maybe a deer. She wasn't overly concerned, New Hampshire living makes people used to wildlife scurrying around. It was dark, and decided to look in on her baby, making sure she was okay, and sleeping well. All was fine, and she went back into the room to finish painting (or clean up, I can't remember that detail). When she walked back in, she saw a face staring into the window (the window, even one the first floor, was probably about 5 1/2 to 6 feet up, if I remember correctly). She said they just stared at each other for 15-30 seconds, and then the face drew away, and she heard it running to the east, toward the brook (she had the window cracked open to let the fumes out- I guess it must've been oil based paint back then). The next morning she went out and saw large footprints with a long strides starting from the north wooded area, to the window, then going toward the brook, at which point they disappeared into the underbrush. She was quite sure of what she saw, and I was glad to have someone to tell my story to that had had one themselves. These experiences are extremely powerful to the people that have them, but telling anybody about them is impossible without a great deal of trust. That's what she told me- she said the face looked pretty human, just rather large and had a good coverage of facial hair. I thought it may add to the post you had made, and this woman was a sweetheart, not prone to any deceit other than not telling me how she made such good macaroni and cheese (i think she put in a lot of butter- damn was that stuff good). I know New Hampshire sightings are rare, at best, but considering that I meet another person who had one, there must be more than have been reported.